The sudden rainstorm engulfed the city in coolness, and the fierce wind battered the windows, making a rustling sound.
Inside, the candlelight flickered dimly. At this moment, Qi Zeyan's consciousness was in a haze. He was completely unaware of how close they were or how ambiguous their posture was. He just felt his leg hurt and wanted to find a place to sleep.
He placed his hands on the table edge on either side of her body, trying to get up.
She stiffened, not daring to move.
Countless scenarios flashed through her mind:
First, hug his neck;
Directly pounce, press him to the ground;
Or jump on him, a bear hug...
Ruan Mengxi's nerves were tense:
She had never done such a thing and didn't know how drunk Qi Zeyan really was, feeling apprehensive.
At this moment, Qi Zeyan propped himself up to leave, staggering due to his unsteady balance, and fell onto her, the movement was somewhat large...
The candle on the table flickered and wavered, then suddenly...
Went out.
